My Husband’s Regret After I Cheated

It was already the next morning when I got home. I pushed the door open and found Lucas sitting on the couch, clearly waiting for someone.

"Where were you last night?" His voice came at my back, sharp.

I didn't bother to answer. I kicked off my shoes and headed for the stairs.

"Ivy. I'm asking you a question."

Lucas's eyes swept over me, from head to foot, and landed on the side of my neck.

On my pale, clean throat was a mark that hadn't been there yesterday. A kiss mark, dark and unmistakable, still fresh.

Something flickered behind Lucas's eyes. Without a word, he lifted a hand and ran his fingers over the mark.

A sting flared along my neck. I smacked his hand away.

"Christ, Lucas, it's barely seven in the morning. What's your problem?"

"Out all night. And then you walk in here wearing that."

"Ivy. As your husband, I think I'm entitled to an explanation."

I looked at him like I'd heard a joke.

"Husband? Are you serious right now, Lucas?"

"Tell me one thing in this marriage that looks like a marriage."

"And as for being out all night," I shrugged, deliberately casual. "I don't mind telling you. I'm sleeping with someone."

"Sleeping with someone?" He repeated it low, as if he wanted to grind the words between his teeth.

I met his eyes without flinching. "That's right. You get to spend your life pining after Seraphina, and I'm not allowed to go find love of my own? Seraphina's back. Sign the divorce papers. Clear the way."

I pulled the folder out of my bag and tossed it at him. It hit him in the chest.

I'd drafted the papers on the drive home. I was done. I didn't want to spend one more minute inside this ridiculous marriage.

If it hadn't been for Edmund Sterling, we would never have ended up here. Lucas had wanted one Mrs. Sterling, and it was never me.